Certain periods in history suddenly lift humanity to an observation point where a clear light falls upon a world previously dark.

You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.

I'd rather break stones on the king's highway than hem a handkerchief.

We all make mistakes, as the hedgehog said as he climbed off the scrubbing brush

No matter how mistaken Communist ideas may be, the experience and knowledge gained by trying them out have given a tremendous impetus to thought and imagination.

The processes of teaching the child that everything cannot be as he wills it are apt to be painful both to him and to his teacher.

Obedience is the gateway through which knowledge, yes, and love, too, enter the mind of the child.